Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2012 17:02:29 GMT -5
D'rew made his way through the lower caverns from his own weyr towards the Weyrleader's quarters. He was a little glad to get out of there, since B'nar was being all broody and stuff. Again. He had told the boy (all of five turns younger and the emotional range of a moldy turnip) time and again to deal with his disappointment and move on. Bed a kitchen wench, or the stable boy, or both. At the same time! (That suggestion came from one of the greens.)
And you are the model of flirtation, Sabanth snorted in his mind. The last time D'rew had caught the eye of anyone was quite some time ago.
And you're as randy as a goat, D'rew shot back, answering in a longstanding bicker they had going.
At least find yourself a mate, the dragon continued. I worry about you.
Thanks, my friend, but I am happy as I am now. Maybe things will change soon. He ignored the snort of derision and disbelief in his mind and continued walking to his destination.
He wasn't sure why A'zael wanted to see him but he's been in counsel with the young Weyrleader a lot since he's on the council for the Weyrhold after all. A bluerider on the council was unusual, but he served how and when he could and dealt with it all in his usual enthusiastic manner.
He approached the entrance and stopped, gathered his thoughts and entered the meeting area as he had done so many times before. "Weyrleader, I'm here," he called out towards the living quarters.
And you are the model of flirtation, Sabanth snorted in his mind. The last time D'rew had caught the eye of anyone was quite some time ago.
And you're as randy as a goat, D'rew shot back, answering in a longstanding bicker they had going.
At least find yourself a mate, the dragon continued. I worry about you.
Thanks, my friend, but I am happy as I am now. Maybe things will change soon. He ignored the snort of derision and disbelief in his mind and continued walking to his destination.
He wasn't sure why A'zael wanted to see him but he's been in counsel with the young Weyrleader a lot since he's on the council for the Weyrhold after all. A bluerider on the council was unusual, but he served how and when he could and dealt with it all in his usual enthusiastic manner.
He approached the entrance and stopped, gathered his thoughts and entered the meeting area as he had done so many times before. "Weyrleader, I'm here," he called out towards the living quarters.